Friday, September 18, 2020

Fall in love with the void. (Francis Lucille)


Fall in love with the void. 

The emptiness of the now which makes everything possible, which has room for everything possible, which has room for everything. Fall in love with the infinite mirror, with the I AM. Everything else, feelings, perceptions, and thoughts, are the packaging, the box. The emptiness is the diamond inside, transparent, luminous, rare, priceless, but ever present.

Francis Lucille

Nothing Being Everything..

Nothing Being Everything..

This key formulation

Which is not a formulation

Brings our finite minds

To the edge of Recognition

Of the extant of Oneness

The very Vastness of 

Being..and invites our


Not as a person..but as the

Freedom and Joy of

Nothing Being Everything...!

(Thanks to Tony Parsons..)


Thursday, September 17, 2020


As in Artificial Intelligence..

Replicates the so-called

Separate self..

Autonomy of machines

Approximate closer and 

Closer..our own body/mind..

Making and driving our cars

For a brief example

Enhance precision and safety..

But is there danger

That the attraction of AI

(Making exile more comfortable)

Delays our discovery

Of Who we are...?

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

The Owl..


The Owl..

The poet speaks

Of unspeakable horror 

A rabbit's scream in

The owl's clutches..

What to say..?..let's say

There is No-thing exterior..

Yet we suffer the rabbit

As we do..our perceptions

Of war..division..plague..

Yet..All is within and

No-thing exterior...

When the owl is less than exquisitely swift and perfect, the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl, which is not of pain and hopelessness and the fear of being plucked out of the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing at the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life — as, for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live too. There is only one world.

~~Mary Oliver, Owls and other Fantasies...

Monday, September 14, 2020

It will be provided..


It will be provided

At the time and place

It is needed..

This is the miracle

Which is not

A miracle..but

Simply the Understanding:

The need is dissolved in 

Abundance..recognized in


Sunday, September 13, 2020




Is experienced with

A Spontaneous knowing

Of the Nothingness of


Friday, September 11, 2020




Lend significance..

Especially when it

Is Recognized

A belief is readymade 

To dissolve in the 

Knowing of our Self...